I originally submitted this story a few years ago, under another user name. Unfortunately I am now unable to log in under that name as I have lost the user details. As I now have further parts to add to the story, I thought that I should re-submit the original.
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"I've had enough of this shit!" Those were the words, spoken by my wife, which marked the beginning of a new era in our relationship. A new era in my life.
I have been with my wife, Sharron for just over ten years, and we have been married for the last two. Due to unplanned pregnancies, we were both married before we were twenty. My marriage ended in my mid twenties, and Sharron finally threw her husband out just after her thirtieth birthday. Eight years later, she met me. Those eight years remained a mystery to me, and to be honest, I wasn't really interested in them. Not interested that is, until one night, purely by accident, I discovered Literotica. The first story that I read, was about a lady who had been seduced by an ex lover. She confessed all to her husband, expecting him to explode and walk out on her. His reaction was just the opposite! Her confession turned him on, and he encouraged her to take more lovers, giving him all the sordid details, of course.
From that moment on, I became obsessed with the thought of my wife, with another man. I had asked her if she had any relationships, flings, one night stands, drunken fumbles, anything at all, I just wanted details. Anything just to add a little bit of fuel to my fantasies. All she would ever say was that it was in her past and none of my business. She told me that she had a couple of short term relationships but nothing serious, and that was all that I was ever going to get. Then, early last summer, she finally gave in, and began to tell me about those missing years!
It was early afternoon, and the mid day sun hadn't yet subsided. I was lying on a Mediterranean beach with Sharron. The heat was too much for me, the sweat was running down my forehead, and it was just too hot for me to concentrate on the book that I was trying to read. Once again, my mind started to wander. As always, I began to picture Sharron with another man. "Tell me a story,"
"What is it with you every time we come away?" she asked, "I've told you before, you are my present, and my past is my past, and has nothing to do with you."
"Make something up then," I said,
"Get lost." came the reply.
I dropped my book and walked off to sit in the calm sea water. I was sulking, and like most men, I'm very good at it. I sat in the sea enjoying the cool water for about five minutes, before Sharron came to join me.
"What's your problem now?" she asked,
"I only come abroad on holiday for you," I told her, "I don't like the sun, and you know that I'm terrified of flying, but I come away because it's what you want. I like the nice quiet local bars, but we always go to the boom boom music bars where the youngsters go, because you like them and it's what makes you happy!" I was on a roll, and as Sharron hadn't yet shot me down, I decided to push it a little further. "I don't want to know about Ray, you were married to him so that is out of bounds, but I know you must have had at least a couple of flings since then. All I ask is for a bit of a story to help my fantasies, that's all."
Sharron sat quietly beside me in the gentle surf. I thought that I'd pushed too far, and that we wouldn't be speaking for at least the rest of the day. A few minutes later, she rubbed my thigh and said, "Boom boom bars? Really?"
"You know what I mean." I answered, not bothering to look at her. We remained silent for the next few minutes, with me trying to figure out what would be the best way to get back into her good books.
"Ok, I've had enough of this shit, what do you want to know?" she asked. My heart was beating like a drum, "Doesn't matter," I said, "Not if it's going to upset you and spoil the holiday,"
"You think that you sulking like a child won't spoil the holiday?" she replied, "ask! But don't blame me if you don't like what you hear, and if you dare throw any of it back in my face, I'll never forgive you, ever!"
She stroked my thigh again "Go on, shit head" she said, "Before I change my mind, what do you want to know?"
I thought for a moment, "I don't know now," I replied.
Sharron laughed, "Well, if you don't know what you want to hear, then I don't know what to tell you."
I thought again about what I should ask her. "Ok, then, who was the last man you kissed before me?"
"Easy," she replied, "It was a bloke that I met in a bar in town."
"What was his name?"
"I honestly don't think I asked him!"
"Which bar?"
"Same place that I met you, actually."
"Good hunting ground eh?"
"Very good!"
"It wasn't the same night that you met me was it?" I asked, slightly alarmed.
She laughed again, "No, not the same night, it was the week before I met you."
"Did he walk you home?"
"No"
"Why not?"
Sharron closed her eyes and shook her head, "Because we got a taxi back to his place." she answered.
Now I was shocked, I didn't expect to hear that, "Oh, right," I said, "Did a lot of kissing go on then?"
